Imagine a child walking into the zoo with a balloon in one hand, pulling a parent around with the other, eyes wide with excitement. That is the image I have of myself when I think about how much I love going to the zoo. It is unfortunate that when I leave the zoo that image has always changed. As touched as I am by the grace and beauty that paces inside those cages there is always a sadness for the natural lives they should be living. Are they unhappy or do they even know what they are missing?
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